Epica – Tides of Time

You were always there to hold my handWhen times were hard to understandBut now the tides of time have turnedThey keep changingSeasons range, but you remain the sameA steady heart, a sun to rainYou’ll be the light that’s shining brightHigh above meAutumn gold losing holdWe are leaves meant to fallThere’s a meaning to all that fadesFreezing winds were stayed by warming wordsTo touch your healing to the hurtI’ll treasure every lesson learned to the embersFight her faceWash his painFire fails, blushes paleWe will answer the callThere’s a meaning to allSeeds of eulogy to sow along with dreamsFill the need that can leave us grieving aloneFrail is our beauty in the endBut all we count is sentimentA memory stays to guide the way, and whisperDon’t lose sight, don’t denyWe are leaves meant to fallThere’s a meaning to all ourSeeds of eulogy to sow along with dreamsFills the need that can leave us grieving aloneA symphony resounding in our mindsGuides us through what we knew would come all a longSometimes I feel I don’t have the wordsSometimes I feel I’m not being heardAnd then I fear I’m feeling nothing moreSometimes I feel I don’t want this changeI think we all have to rearrangeAnd now I feel there’s no one losing meSeeds of eulogy to sow along with dreamsFill the need that can leave us grieving aloneA symphony resounding in our mindsGuides us thoughAs you hear meAs you do,As you need meMaking trueWhat we knew would come all along

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